My son, Harrison, inspects a black bear I took in 2003, not far from the site of a recent encounter my kids had with another bear, which they wrote about.
By Harrison and Malena Gereau
On Sunday morning, me, my mom and my sister were walking to the car to go to church. Mom stopped us as we approached the car and low and behold a bear had gotten into our car. It looked as if the bear climbed into the car through the window. There were paw prints all over the car door. My sister said that she thought the bear had a cub, because there were small and big paw prints.
Last week, we lost our cat named Bitty Boo. We think the bear had something to do with that. She just wandered into the woods and has not come back yet.
That same morning after the bear got into the car, we figured out that he or she had bit into the new can of sunscreen and it squirted all over the inside and outside of the car. He or she also bit into the tip of our mother’s car seat. One other thing that the bear almost demolished was a whole container of baby wipes! Those things were all that were inside the car that night.
It was very fun to tell friends about the creature, but we sure hope he’s gone away.
Of course, being the opportunists they are, bears will most likely always step on the toes of humans now and again.
Such was the case last weekend when my kids, Harrison and Malena, discovered that a bear had climbed into the family car while it sat in the driveway of their Schroon Lake home.
The only real casualty was a tube of sunscreen and container of baby wipes the bear took a hankering to — but I’ll let my kids tell you the full story. Their version is attached to this column.
Great job on the story, by the way, guys. I think we should call the bear “sunscreen.” (I can picture them giggling on the couch at that one.)